I can smell the looming morning breeze
some are still snoring
yet my eyes are still awake
I can feel the heaviness inside
I peek at the slightly opened window
there, the bluish skies are telling me to bear with it
the longing is excruciating and
my body misses resting early
I will sleep when it's morning
so I couldn't remember your smiles on the day
I can keep the nest of our memories
only sheer when it's dark, perfect past midnight
this fragile heart wants to ask you every time,
how's your very first blush of sunshine?
and if you could ask me the same, I'd say
"it's still dawn, Philip"
- Author: Celestellar ( Offline)
- Published: August 18th, 2022 23:39
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 10
Comments1
this feel so intimate, not an easy feat
it showcases your poetic range
thanks for sharing, dear poet
Thank you so much for your appreciation. It means a lot to me, gives me inspiration to write more despite the challenges sometimes. ❤️
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